The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 42: Chapter 42

"Is it about the slave? The new slave the king now possesses?" he questioned as the woman choked beneath him, struggling to breathe.
Oh, poor girl.
"I was worried about that before, but not anymore," Valkyrie replied, keeping her voice steady. "I've got everything sorted out; you just don't need to worry."
Ever since the King's warning, she had confined herself to her room, refused to eat, and cried so much. Thanks to the makeup, her brother wouldn't be able to see the dark circle around her eyes.
"No need to worry? The king has never once taken a slave into his own possession, and you asked me not to worry?"
Just as the woman beneath him thought she was going to pass out, Toran finally let go of her head, letting her breathe for just a moment, before shoving his rod back in, choking her hard.
"Fuck," he cursed, not just because of the pleasure, and Valkyrie knew that fact.
Valkyrie quickly assured. "The king has finally decided to crown me as his own Luna at the upcoming Grand Festival before all Alphas and Lords. I finally won his heart, brother. You don't need to worry, really."
Toran groaned out loud, finally releasing into the woman's mouth. "Take everything. Go on, sweetheart," he smirjed watching the woman drank all of it and licked his côck dry.
Valkyrie looked away.
"Did he exactly say he will name you his Luna, or did he simply use some sort of words with hidden meaning? What exactly did he say?" he directed his words back to his sister.
Valkyrie sighed, repeating what the king had said to her that day.
Toran's gaze tore from the Harlot to his sister, catching what he needed to catch.
The uneasiness. Something is fucking wrong!
"Announce your place before the court? Are you fucking dumb, sister? He never said his Luna, and yet you think the king will do that? For him to have a slave means you are not satisfying him enough, so tell me, what the fuck happened?"
Valkyrie finally caught on to his words—he was actually speaking the truth.
The king never mentioned making her a Luna, he was just going to announce her place. Worries rose in her.
"What happened?" His voice sounded serious, like never before, and Valkyrie swallowed hard.
"Get out," he ordered the Harlot. Without a moment's hesitation, she stood up and dashed out of the room naked.
"I'm listening," he said, putting on his trousers properly.
Valkyrie pressed her lips together, letting out a deep breath.
"The slave…" she paused, fidgeting with her fingers. "She survived the King's rut."
Toran stood still for a moment, seeming to digest what she had just said. And when it finally settled in, Toran chuckled.
"And why is she alive?"
"I don't know. She refused to tell me how she survived," Valkyrie said.
"I meant, why haven't you killed her?"
"I couldn't. She kept escaping."
"Or you kept questioning her when you were supposed to slash her goddamn throat!" Toran snapped.
"I needed to know how she survived so I can do it myself! I'm tired of seeing slaves going to please him when it should have been me," she snapped back, and Toran punched the wall beside him. He was known for his uncontrollable anger.
Valkyrie quickly continued "The king never found out. I took care of it. I messed with her appearance, suppressed her scent. Only his beta bothered me once, and he never spoke of it again."
Toran shot a glare at her. "Lucas suspected, and you think the king knows nothing? Newsflash, sister: if the second in command suspects, then the king himself knows already. You cannot deceive him! Have you forgotten what kind of man Duncan is?" Toran asked, eyes blazing with fury.
"And yet you're hanging onto his word of being his Luna? What if that bitch is his mate? She was said to be a traitor, and yet she was spared at the Grand Court, and you still think the king isn't noticing something strange about her? Wake up, sis!"
Valkyrie interjected. "The king doesn't like her!"
Toran's hand shot out, like a vice, grabbing her neck and slamming her back to the wall, choking her. His expression was utterly cold, sending a chill down Valkyrie's spine.
"Tell me," his voice dangerously low, "when was the last time he fucked you?"
Dread crept onto Valkyrie at the question. She could not answer.
Toran scoffed, clenching his jaw. "You have no idea what we did to get you on that seat as his betrothed. You have no fucking idea what I and Father did to get you into that palace, respected among the people, Valkyrie. And we gave you one job…"
Just one fucking job—to please the King in whatever way you can. You were to fuck him or kill whoever came in the way, yet you foolishly let a slave come between you. Do you have any idea what Father will do to you if you don't become the Luna of Lunaris Citadel? He'll fucking skin you alive, sister, and watch you bleed right before the entire pack, calling you a bitch."
Valkyrie's blood ran cold. Her older brother's words made her shake violently.
Tears poured from her eyes.
The sweet days dreaming about being the King’s Luna were suddenly drained, replaced with dread.
Now she knew the meaning of the smirk on the King's face when he told her those words.
"Father was even planning with some other Alphas on a way to make the King crown you as his Luna as quickly as possible, but you are about to ruin everything," Toran growled, while Valkyrie whimpered.
He released her, taking a deep breath to relax his nerves. "I guess it's high time I head to the palace and see that bitch myself."
Toran stepped away from her, pouring himself some ale while Valkyrie remained silent.
"She has to die before the Grand Festival," he muttered, staring into space. "The slave has to die no matter what."